Radhamani Sarma

Nonsense Droppings - Poem by Radhamani Sarma

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A jumper I wore, for I was going to London.Many mocked at my London Calling, Still I heeded to that Calling.I double checked all my Rooms and locked, For an established rumourRan, Gold was gushing Out of every Godrejand ornaments were popping out of cupboards. My eyes count butSynthetic saris and silk wovenhanging on the dresser.I was going to London, For London was calling, Calling and ask not How, how, now.I came to the balcony to close the doors, Again double check lest any thief should Plunder away all my gold.How strange! Some droppingsOn my jerkin, from the crow above, bad omen? No, no, it is a good augury, Droppings only on my Jumper, not my plan.